A day with Cromwell: a drama of history, in five acts, by Auctor.

  • Benjamin Ward Richardson
Date:
1869
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Credit: A day with Cromwell: a drama of history, in five acts, by Auctor. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by Royal College of Physicians, London. The original may be consulted at Royal College of Physicians, London.

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    [Rachel, who has been intently and restlessly watching, makes suddenly towards Charles, and tears up his sleeve.] Rachel.—Found! found at last; my son, my only son ! [She sinks to the ground.] Nora.—My brother ! Cromwell. [ To Nora.]—No. Still thy lover. Thou art not her child. Thy father, in a battle saved our life To lose his own; and with his dying breath Left thee, an orphan babe, to Rachel's care. Let now her son assume his mother’s place, And be you both the children she deserves. [Charles and Nora raise Rachel to a seat and both kneel.] Nora.—My more than mother, speak to me again ! Charles.—Mother! whose name so newly sadly beats Upon mine ear! Dear mother! speak to me. Rachel.—I hear a word t’would raise me from the grave. Mother! Cromwell.—Dunbar, come hither. [ Calls to Herbert.] Herbert, what gathering sound is that I hear ? Herbert. [.Looking out of window with a perspective glass.]— My Lord, the people hearing of your peril, Gather in vengeful crowds before the gates. Now, my Lord Fleetwood, rides into their midst, Takes off his cap and tells your Lordship’s safety. They bare their heads: and see ! the abbey ringers Race like the wind to give a joyous peal. Cromivell.—The people love too well: open each gate And let them to me, that my voice may join With their’s in thankfulness. [Exit Herbert by window. [ To Dunbar.] Dunbar ! if he thou servest had a breath Of thy nobility, with my own hand I would give back to him his father’s crown. To thee, brave boy, Asking no pledge from thee, I give thy life And perfect freedom. Soldiers, set him free. hUr/0